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Wild Cowboy - текст песни



Wild Cowboy


(feat. Markita)




[Chorus - Terrar (Malice)]


Look - you ain't dealin wit no child's toy


I'm a wild cowboy (yo I'm a wild cowboy)


Yet you walk around town with them real aisle toys


Your best bet, recognize my style boy


Cause I'll tap your back (and let that be that)




[Verse - Markita]


If I had a nine or a twenty-two, it wouldn't make a difference


Close range or up on the roof at long distance


Using a scope, tie up your family using a rope


Dump you in the river with weights, you won't float


Abusing your folks, one of the methods


You get the message, probably take about a week before they find the records


So pay up or it's a, beef forever


Till I get the dough it's gon' be like we we're glued together


So what you think it can't happen to you?


Cause I'm a broad? till I start clapping at you


Pull out the sword take a couple steps turn around like a western


Spin one-eighty degrees, squeeze off, blow your chest in


Weigh shots by the units, bang this opportunist


You want war, I'm quick on draw, like cartoonists


It's two kinds of people, the haves and have Nots


The ones that punch clocks or those wit stash spots


See I got the cash locked when I spit the hot verse


The rules of the game, is to get the drop first


Oh, you don't get it? well you will when I spit it


Divine exquisite, connected like consitics


I eat, sleep and shit it, surprise the critics


Wit a flow that defies all the laws of physics


Wages of sin, give me a shank and two cases of gin


My patience is thin, wild gals think the places of men




[Chorus - Terrar (Malice)]


Look - you ain't dealin wit no child's toy


I'm a wild cowboy (yo I'm a wild cowboy)


Yet you walk around town with them real aisle toys


Your best bet, recognize my style boy


Cause I'll tap your back (and let that be that)


Look - you ain't dealin wit no child's toy


I'm a wild cowboy (yo I'm a wild cowboy)


Yet you walk around town with them real aisle toys


Your best bet, recognize my style boy




[Verse - Malice]


I told them like this, give it up and don't resist


The name Malicious and my aim don't miss


A hollow tip in the clip with his name on it


Thought he had a parade till we rained on it


Now it's the final lap, move to slow


Tried to react, my final tap a spinal tap ball in his back


We never chance em, get the ransom, ambulance em


All or Nothing, my motto and anthem


I gotta watch my back, cause these niggaz is hungry


Got the good, bad and ugly wantin to slug me


We roll out and tear the city up


Wild cowboys moving along, giddy up, what's up


And we can buck til the sunset


Pick em off one by one, havin fun yet?


We got money to get and there's hoes to lust


Ain't enough room in this town for the both of us, fuck


You see we pulling toasters, out the holsters


Wanted dead or alive, my face on posters


We come to collect debts, roll wit twin tecs


All the chrome fours spinning on my index




[Bridge]


And for all niggaz that study


Neptunes beats till they go nutty


Make you say what the fucky


Gonna do what my glock busty


Make the cops wonder where the older went like Tussy




[Verse - Terrar]


You're gonna need your best five to tangle with suicide


Boy, you vs I, however it's do or die


Who are you to question my presence like who am I


Name Terrar, now the new question is who's to try


No one, put two up in em the slow gun


Turn his face so our eyes don't meet, he know something


That nigga flow something, his money it grow something


But come at him sideways in the street, he'll blow something


Fuck your temple, I gotta make my mark, that's too simple


I'd rather hit him once in each cheek, leave him with dimples


So if the bitch live, he'll walk around with my stencil


And if the bitch die, outline him in chalk pencil


Everything flooded, we star-studded celestial


Space Ghost flow, extra-terrestrial


If ya'll can't hear me, increase the decibel


When we talk money, exclude the decimal bitch!




[Chorus x4]



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